As fer
the birdies, well cripes, they keep getting' up earlier an' earlier, an' then singing
their little 'earts out, earlier an' earlier. So Oi don't do no wonderin' about
where they is, 'cos around 'ere at any rate, there ain't no doubt. There's even
one wot's all yeller. No Oi don't mean that 'ee yells loike them ovvers; it's
'is colour wot is yeller. Trouble is, 'ee goes around ter all the winders a-tappin'
on 'em wiv is beak, Gets ter be roight aggrannoyin' after a while, if'n yew
understan' wot Oi mean. Oi 'ave ter draw the curtains. That stops 'im. 'Ee's
gotta a roight appropriate noime though: 'Ee's called a yeller'ammer.